We make love, detangle limbs, lift
faces towards dogma. Somewhere
in the cosmos, terrors prepare their
apocalypse, sacred space beyond human
time. The epiphenomenal hit is a huff
for death, a fast end to carpools, taxes,
petunias. Men of all colors want in.
You say wanting an end
is not the same
as seeking a future.
But I can see both sides of the coin
boys keep flipping near the fountain.
You teach me
how things start and go one forever,
which is another word for love but
not yet. For now, it's Francis Schaeffer
launching Culture Wars from a Swiss
mountain commune, crafting modern
reactions to fetus breath. The worship
of not-yet-life hides a taste for hymens.
Why blow bubbles into the bones of
Schaeffer's doctrine of co-belligerency
that binds Catholics and Protestants
against the world. Under the altar of
ecumenicism, we hold out for purity
pins and dances with daddies.
if I understand
why flesh is messy. The not-yets
wrap like knees round my waist.
I imagine you as an octopus
& cover my mouth.
Your favorite Greek god is Hermes, deity of cunning
who discovered how to make fire by twirling a stick.
Dearest fellow, minor prophet of beer-bong logorrhea,
I have waited for you to start a fire so brutal
it feels like forever.
Females fold into lycra blends and fetal
positions. Christian fundamentalists grow
to take the fun part literally, meaning arrow
follows arrow to the heart. Meaning Disneyland
leads to magic ark leads to lottery-funded state
You mistrust any words committed to paper.
A text means nothing outside a small group
because humans will write anything.
I covet the closeness your lips sustain
with a wooden toothpick. You flip it forward
and back like a head dangling off a bed, meaning
intimate oral object leads to harlot leads to idol.
There is so little truth we try to be candid.
You say sincerity is a stumbling block
en route to honest communication.
But I know the opposite of heresy is belief.
Alina Stefanescu was born in Romania and lives in Alabama with four incredible mammals. Find her poems and prose in recent issues of Juked, DIAGRAM, New South, Mantis, VOLT, Cloudbank, New Orleans Review Online, and others. Her debut fiction collection, Every Mask I Tried On, won the Brighthorse Books Prize and will be available in May 2018. She serves as Poetry Editor for Pidgeonholes and President of the Alabama State Poetry Society. More arcana online at www.alinastefanescuwriter.com or @aliner.